So it's currently after 2 AM here in Provo, and I've been attempting to work on my research paper for my humanities class. I also have another paper due for my history class, and I thought they were due on the same day because my roommate had told me the history paper was due on Tuesday, but turns out it's not due until Thursday! This makes me glad, because it gives me more time to work on my humanities paper, and then a couple of extra days to work on my history one. This means more sleep for me! I'm really happy, if you couldn't tell. I tell you, it's the little things in life that make it all worthwhile :)
Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Research Papers are the Devil
Seriously. And I have two due on Tuesday. Granted, one of them is only a rough draft, but the other one, the one that I can't figure out what to write about, is due for real. Why do I always procrastinate these things? You think I'd have learned after three years of college, but nope.
Anyway, other than that, life is alright. I have medals exams for three of my ballroom classes this week (kind of nervous about those!) and there's only about a week and a half of real classes left before reading days and finals. Yeah, you read that right, THE SEMESTER IS ALMOST OVER. It went by so freaking quick, let me tell you. And now that we've decided I'm graduating in April instead of August, that means I only have one more semester of college left. LESS THAN FIVE MONTHS UNTIL I AM A COLLEGE GRADUATE. I can't believe it. You think high school will take forever, and then college will, but no, it goes by waaaaaaaay quicker than you would think. And what sucks is that all of my plans are disapparating before my very eyes. I want to do the military thing, but all of the cutbacks going on are making that a very unlikely career at the moment. So what to do? I don't know. I would just get married, but we know how I am with boys.
Speaking of boys, I have a really good story for you all! Well, good as in funny, not as in it ends well. So there's this boy, whom we shall call Mr. Ballroom. Obviously, he's a ballroom boy, and he's in two of my classes. We met at the beginning of the semester, and in September he asked me out on a double date with his roommate, and I said yes, and it was a fine date. Free food, free ticket to World of Dance, and he's a nice guy to boot. However, I barely knew him at this point in my life, and decided that I didn't like him in that way. I was pretty sure he liked me after a couple of things (him walking me home after practicing for ballroom, for instance, when he lives almost eight blocks east of me), but I did not reciprocate those feelings. I mean, don't get me wrong, I thought he was super nice and we got along great, but I just wasn't attracted to him. Lame, lame, I know.
At least, this is what I kept telling myself.
I couldn't stop thinking about how much I didn't like him. Then a few weeks ago we had stake conference, and they had an engaged couple speak, and the female in the relationship said that she hadn't initially been attracted to her fiancee, but then she was. Combine this with some advice another ballroom boy gave me ("Men learn to love what they are attracted to, and women learn to be attracted to what they love," which I totally agree with, by the way), and BAM. One day I woke up and realized something.
I had a huge fat crush on Mr. Ballroom.
I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. I had spent weeks telling myself I didn't like him, and all that time I was running away from the truth. I liked him. A LOT.
My roommate Kexin was ecstatic. She loves Mr. Ballroom, and me, and she told me how she wanted us to date so we could get married and I would stay in Provo (since this is Mr. Ballroom's first year back at school after his mission, and he still hasn't chosen a major yet, I would probably be here another couple of years at least, and Kexin is a year or two behind me. We're bff's, if you couldn't tell haha). Of course, I don't want to be hasty, but I'd be lying if I told you it wasn't an appealing thought.
But now I had a dilemma. I liked Mr. Ballroom, but didn't want to wait around for forever for him to make up his mind. So I started flirting, and talking to him as much as I could, and invited him over for dinner (and he came, by the way, and then walked me to the Wilk for an audition before walking home himself). I thought he liked me back, and so did some of my friends.
Apparently, we were wrong. Or at least, partially wrong.
See, like I said, I didn't want to wait around for him forever, so I made up my mind that I was going to be bold and tell him that I liked him. And I did.
Except, I made it the most awkward situation possible.
On Monday we were walking together after class, like we usually do, and had hugged to say goodbye, but I was acting crazy and he could tell, so he said, "What?" Of course, I was losing my nerve, so I said, "Nothing." This happened a couple more times as we walked away from each other, and as Kexin (who is in one of our ballroom classes) and a few more people from our class walked out of the Wilk. So I sucked him up, crooked my finger at him, and he came back over to me. And then I said it. "Okay, I'm just going to put this out there...I really like. So...yeah...bye."
Yup. And he didn't say anything, just kind of nodded, and then I ran away like a little girl to choir. And proceeded to freak out about this on and off for the rest of the day. People told me that I needed to text him to try and remedy the awkwardness of the situation, which I did, and to which he replied, "Nah, don't worry about it, I understand. If you'd prefer to talk in person I feel it's more legit. Will you be around tomorrow?" So we made plans to meet after class, since choir was cancelled for break, and I reassured myself that this was a good thing. At the very least, it wasn't bad, because he wasn't avoiding me. So maybe things would end up with me FINALLY getting a boyfriend, the first of my college career!
That was NOT how the cookie ended up crumbling.
So we go and talk the next day. He doesn't really know how to start this conversation (would you?), but he starts asking the "What are you thinking/hoping is going to happen now?" question. I don't want to freak him out by telling him how much I want to date him, so I ask him how he was, because I felt like I had freaked him out, to which he replies that it was unexpected, but not a total freak-out for him. But then he says it.
"Well, I haven't really thought about this since coming home off of my mission, but I kind of like things the way they are right now. I just say we keep things the same and if something happens down the road, then cool." Or something to that affect.
And I say, "Yeah, this is hard for me too, since I'm graduating in April and don't really know what to do." When in reality, all I wanted to tell him was that we should date, or at least go on another date together. But I agree to just keep things the same, and I felt pretty content, because although the conversation hadn't ended as ideally as I had hoped, at least we were still friends.
But the more I thought about it, the more depressed I got. This was the first guy I had spilled my guts to in five years. And he hadn't even told me if he liked me back, which I thought he had, but apparently I was mistaken. So I talked to some friends, and I Skyped my mom, and have resolved that I still am not going to wait around for him to change his mind. There are other boys that I kind of like, but just don't know as well as him. So I guess we'll see what happens. In any case, I do not expect to graduate college dating/engaged/married.
So yeah, that's the drama in my life right now. How about something beautiful? That's right, it's time for Hottie of the Post! This week we're gonna go with Tom Felton, a.k.a. Draco Malfoy.
I spent too much of yesterday watching stuff about Harry Potter, and realized (or remembered) how smashing Tom actually is. And he is just adorable in his interviews, too. He's funny and nice, and he's British, so he's got the sexy accent to boot :)
Anyway, I need to get back to tearing my hair out about my research paper(s). I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving with your families and/or loved ones. I'm grateful to some friends for inviting me over to their place for their first married Thanksgiving. Ashley made some amazing food, and they were great company. But that is truly all for now. Ta ta!
Anyway, other than that, life is alright. I have medals exams for three of my ballroom classes this week (kind of nervous about those!) and there's only about a week and a half of real classes left before reading days and finals. Yeah, you read that right, THE SEMESTER IS ALMOST OVER. It went by so freaking quick, let me tell you. And now that we've decided I'm graduating in April instead of August, that means I only have one more semester of college left. LESS THAN FIVE MONTHS UNTIL I AM A COLLEGE GRADUATE. I can't believe it. You think high school will take forever, and then college will, but no, it goes by waaaaaaaay quicker than you would think. And what sucks is that all of my plans are disapparating before my very eyes. I want to do the military thing, but all of the cutbacks going on are making that a very unlikely career at the moment. So what to do? I don't know. I would just get married, but we know how I am with boys.
Speaking of boys, I have a really good story for you all! Well, good as in funny, not as in it ends well. So there's this boy, whom we shall call Mr. Ballroom. Obviously, he's a ballroom boy, and he's in two of my classes. We met at the beginning of the semester, and in September he asked me out on a double date with his roommate, and I said yes, and it was a fine date. Free food, free ticket to World of Dance, and he's a nice guy to boot. However, I barely knew him at this point in my life, and decided that I didn't like him in that way. I was pretty sure he liked me after a couple of things (him walking me home after practicing for ballroom, for instance, when he lives almost eight blocks east of me), but I did not reciprocate those feelings. I mean, don't get me wrong, I thought he was super nice and we got along great, but I just wasn't attracted to him. Lame, lame, I know.
At least, this is what I kept telling myself.
I couldn't stop thinking about how much I didn't like him. Then a few weeks ago we had stake conference, and they had an engaged couple speak, and the female in the relationship said that she hadn't initially been attracted to her fiancee, but then she was. Combine this with some advice another ballroom boy gave me ("Men learn to love what they are attracted to, and women learn to be attracted to what they love," which I totally agree with, by the way), and BAM. One day I woke up and realized something.
I had a huge fat crush on Mr. Ballroom.
I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. I had spent weeks telling myself I didn't like him, and all that time I was running away from the truth. I liked him. A LOT.
My roommate Kexin was ecstatic. She loves Mr. Ballroom, and me, and she told me how she wanted us to date so we could get married and I would stay in Provo (since this is Mr. Ballroom's first year back at school after his mission, and he still hasn't chosen a major yet, I would probably be here another couple of years at least, and Kexin is a year or two behind me. We're bff's, if you couldn't tell haha). Of course, I don't want to be hasty, but I'd be lying if I told you it wasn't an appealing thought.
But now I had a dilemma. I liked Mr. Ballroom, but didn't want to wait around for forever for him to make up his mind. So I started flirting, and talking to him as much as I could, and invited him over for dinner (and he came, by the way, and then walked me to the Wilk for an audition before walking home himself). I thought he liked me back, and so did some of my friends.
Apparently, we were wrong. Or at least, partially wrong.
See, like I said, I didn't want to wait around for him forever, so I made up my mind that I was going to be bold and tell him that I liked him. And I did.
Except, I made it the most awkward situation possible.
On Monday we were walking together after class, like we usually do, and had hugged to say goodbye, but I was acting crazy and he could tell, so he said, "What?" Of course, I was losing my nerve, so I said, "Nothing." This happened a couple more times as we walked away from each other, and as Kexin (who is in one of our ballroom classes) and a few more people from our class walked out of the Wilk. So I sucked him up, crooked my finger at him, and he came back over to me. And then I said it. "Okay, I'm just going to put this out there...I really like. So...yeah...bye."
Yup. And he didn't say anything, just kind of nodded, and then I ran away like a little girl to choir. And proceeded to freak out about this on and off for the rest of the day. People told me that I needed to text him to try and remedy the awkwardness of the situation, which I did, and to which he replied, "Nah, don't worry about it, I understand. If you'd prefer to talk in person I feel it's more legit. Will you be around tomorrow?" So we made plans to meet after class, since choir was cancelled for break, and I reassured myself that this was a good thing. At the very least, it wasn't bad, because he wasn't avoiding me. So maybe things would end up with me FINALLY getting a boyfriend, the first of my college career!
That was NOT how the cookie ended up crumbling.
So we go and talk the next day. He doesn't really know how to start this conversation (would you?), but he starts asking the "What are you thinking/hoping is going to happen now?" question. I don't want to freak him out by telling him how much I want to date him, so I ask him how he was, because I felt like I had freaked him out, to which he replies that it was unexpected, but not a total freak-out for him. But then he says it.
"Well, I haven't really thought about this since coming home off of my mission, but I kind of like things the way they are right now. I just say we keep things the same and if something happens down the road, then cool." Or something to that affect.
And I say, "Yeah, this is hard for me too, since I'm graduating in April and don't really know what to do." When in reality, all I wanted to tell him was that we should date, or at least go on another date together. But I agree to just keep things the same, and I felt pretty content, because although the conversation hadn't ended as ideally as I had hoped, at least we were still friends.
But the more I thought about it, the more depressed I got. This was the first guy I had spilled my guts to in five years. And he hadn't even told me if he liked me back, which I thought he had, but apparently I was mistaken. So I talked to some friends, and I Skyped my mom, and have resolved that I still am not going to wait around for him to change his mind. There are other boys that I kind of like, but just don't know as well as him. So I guess we'll see what happens. In any case, I do not expect to graduate college dating/engaged/married.
So yeah, that's the drama in my life right now. How about something beautiful? That's right, it's time for Hottie of the Post! This week we're gonna go with Tom Felton, a.k.a. Draco Malfoy.
I spent too much of yesterday watching stuff about Harry Potter, and realized (or remembered) how smashing Tom actually is. And he is just adorable in his interviews, too. He's funny and nice, and he's British, so he's got the sexy accent to boot :)
Anyway, I need to get back to tearing my hair out about my research paper(s). I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving with your families and/or loved ones. I'm grateful to some friends for inviting me over to their place for their first married Thanksgiving. Ashley made some amazing food, and they were great company. But that is truly all for now. Ta ta!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
It's been too long...
...since I have written on my blog. Since the last time I wrote, I've left Holland, moved into my new house in Provo, and gone through two weeks of school (already). I also took the final for my independent study class and got an A- on it, thank you very much :) It's nice to finally be done with that. But now I have real classes to participate in, and unfortunately, I'm going to have a lot of writing to do, what with my history class and my two humanities classes. I hate writing essays (so I don't understand why I decided to be a humanities major...).
However, I also get to take four ballroom classes and choir, so I am very blessed. Six of my eighteen credits are composed of those classes, so I only have 12 credits of "real" classes. Hopefully it won't be too bad. However, I do still need to find a job, which sucks, but I will hopefully be able to do so in the near future. The only jobs that really fit in my schedule are early morning/late night custodial jobs, and those are hard to come by. It's rather unfortunate, to be sure.
All in all, things are going pretty well. I like my professors, I'm getting along with my eight roommates, and it's nice living close to campus, although I do not enjoy have to walk up the stairs everyday (all I know is, I better have the nicest legs/butt by the end of the year). And even though my MWF are really long, since most of my classes on those days are dance/choir, it's not too bad.
So today is the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. I can't believe it's been that long already since it happened. I still remember being in the car on the way to school in Texas and hearing about a place crashing into a tower, but at the time not knowing that it was a terrorist attack. It wasn't until as the day went on that I realized the gravity of the situation. I remember crying and praying. I remember how long it took to get back on base on the way home from school. It's amazing how we are still dealing with the repercussions of that day, and I think in some ways, we always will. It still saddens me to see the grief of those who lost loved ones in the attack. I hope that those who lost loved ones know that they are never forgotten.
So I know that I still need to tell you all about Switzerland/Italy. I'm just a really big slacker right now. I just don't want to take the time to go through all of my photos on my camera. I definitely won't put all of them on here, that's for sure, but eventually you will see some of them. I'm pretty sure I'm friends with all of you on Facebook, though, so you'll be able to see more of them on there.
And now it's time for, you guessed, Hottie of the Post! As I type I'm trying to think of who I could choose, and I think today I'm going to go with...Jonathan Rhys Meyers!
Yet another gorgeous man with amazingly gorgeous eyes. Seriously though, I need to marry someone with eyes like his or Jared Leto's, because then our babies will be sure to have gorgeous eyes.
Anyway, I'm tired, and still need to read some boring thing for my humanities class tomorrow, and I told a friend I would come visit him at the 9/11 flag vigil on campus sometime, and since it ends at 0730, that means a very early morning tomorrow. So enjoy Jonathan, and I will talk to you all later :)
However, I also get to take four ballroom classes and choir, so I am very blessed. Six of my eighteen credits are composed of those classes, so I only have 12 credits of "real" classes. Hopefully it won't be too bad. However, I do still need to find a job, which sucks, but I will hopefully be able to do so in the near future. The only jobs that really fit in my schedule are early morning/late night custodial jobs, and those are hard to come by. It's rather unfortunate, to be sure.
All in all, things are going pretty well. I like my professors, I'm getting along with my eight roommates, and it's nice living close to campus, although I do not enjoy have to walk up the stairs everyday (all I know is, I better have the nicest legs/butt by the end of the year). And even though my MWF are really long, since most of my classes on those days are dance/choir, it's not too bad.
So today is the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. I can't believe it's been that long already since it happened. I still remember being in the car on the way to school in Texas and hearing about a place crashing into a tower, but at the time not knowing that it was a terrorist attack. It wasn't until as the day went on that I realized the gravity of the situation. I remember crying and praying. I remember how long it took to get back on base on the way home from school. It's amazing how we are still dealing with the repercussions of that day, and I think in some ways, we always will. It still saddens me to see the grief of those who lost loved ones in the attack. I hope that those who lost loved ones know that they are never forgotten.
So I know that I still need to tell you all about Switzerland/Italy. I'm just a really big slacker right now. I just don't want to take the time to go through all of my photos on my camera. I definitely won't put all of them on here, that's for sure, but eventually you will see some of them. I'm pretty sure I'm friends with all of you on Facebook, though, so you'll be able to see more of them on there.
And now it's time for, you guessed, Hottie of the Post! As I type I'm trying to think of who I could choose, and I think today I'm going to go with...Jonathan Rhys Meyers!
Yet another gorgeous man with amazingly gorgeous eyes. Seriously though, I need to marry someone with eyes like his or Jared Leto's, because then our babies will be sure to have gorgeous eyes.
Anyway, I'm tired, and still need to read some boring thing for my humanities class tomorrow, and I told a friend I would come visit him at the 9/11 flag vigil on campus sometime, and since it ends at 0730, that means a very early morning tomorrow. So enjoy Jonathan, and I will talk to you all later :)
Friday, August 12, 2011
One Week...
Goodness gracious. Where has this summer vacation gone?
In one week I'll be headed back to Utah. I cannot believe how fast this summer went. Last summer seemed to go sooooo sloooooow, but the exact opposite happened this summer. Maybe because it's the last summer before I have to become a full-fledged adult? And honestly, that is a scary thought. It hasn't totally sunk in yet that in a year (or less) I will be a college graduate. On my own in the world. AND I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING WITH MY LIFE. Most people would say, "Oh, just get married and then you'll be set." Just one problem though: I don't want to be married when I graduate. I want to live my own life for a little bit before I'm tied down for the rest of my life. Not that being married isn't great, because I hear it's the bomb, but I'm not ready. At all. I mean, I've barely dated, and people want me to get married? I don't think so.
Anyway, I can't believe the rest of my life is slowly closing in on me. Especially when I don't know what it is. I mean, I know what I want, but I need to figure out if I'm going to be able to do it. Life is just so...aggravating. It's going to give me even more grey hair than I already have.
Oh, have I mentioned all of my freaking grey hairs? They are EVERYWHERE. It's ridiculous. I mean, it's not totally shocking, since my mom was grey by the time she was 30, and my dad's almost all the way grey now, and he's only 44, but still. I'm 21 and have a lot of grey hair. And at the moment, I'm struggling to figure out if I should just suck it up and grow all of my hair own to my natural color. I mean, it would be easier, but I don't want to look super weird for my senior year of college. My dad really wants me to get a super short pixie cut. I think he knows it will make me look much less attractive, and thereby keep his little girl single for a lot longer ;-) I don't know, I think he just thinks it'll look cute, but I think it will make me look fat(ter). But we'll see. I want something new, and I at least need to chop off a lot of my hair to give a head start on growing out my natural color. I just don't know if I want to chop it all off.
Some good new: I finished my independent study class! I know, I had over a year and waited until the last possible moment to do it, but hey, it's done, and that's all that matters, right? So all I have to do is take the final once I get back to BYU, and it'll all be good.
In other news, I might be graduating in August instead of April. It's more or less up to my parents, so I guess we should figure that out soon so I can refigure some of my schedule and make it a bit less cluttered. So here's to waiting for that.
I know that I still haven't talked about Switzerland/Italy yet, but I don't have my own laptop yet and don't want to upload my pictures to someone else's computer. So once I can get it all figured out, I'll post some so you can all be jealous of my awesome vacation this summer :P
So anyway, I hope everyone enjoys the rest of their summer! Some of you I'll see soon, and others...well, I don't know when I'll see you, but I hope you are all well :-)
Oh! I almost forgot! I need to do a Hottie of the Week post! I recently watched "Becoming Jane," and the leading man was the ever-so-dashing James McAvoy.
Yeah. It kind of pains me that he's married. But he sure is lovely to look at. And he has the most lovely blue eyes. And he's actually Scottish, and his real accent is so adorable. And he and Fassy have the most adorable bromance haha. Anyway, that's really all. Talk to you all later!
In one week I'll be headed back to Utah. I cannot believe how fast this summer went. Last summer seemed to go sooooo sloooooow, but the exact opposite happened this summer. Maybe because it's the last summer before I have to become a full-fledged adult? And honestly, that is a scary thought. It hasn't totally sunk in yet that in a year (or less) I will be a college graduate. On my own in the world. AND I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING WITH MY LIFE. Most people would say, "Oh, just get married and then you'll be set." Just one problem though: I don't want to be married when I graduate. I want to live my own life for a little bit before I'm tied down for the rest of my life. Not that being married isn't great, because I hear it's the bomb, but I'm not ready. At all. I mean, I've barely dated, and people want me to get married? I don't think so.
Anyway, I can't believe the rest of my life is slowly closing in on me. Especially when I don't know what it is. I mean, I know what I want, but I need to figure out if I'm going to be able to do it. Life is just so...aggravating. It's going to give me even more grey hair than I already have.
Oh, have I mentioned all of my freaking grey hairs? They are EVERYWHERE. It's ridiculous. I mean, it's not totally shocking, since my mom was grey by the time she was 30, and my dad's almost all the way grey now, and he's only 44, but still. I'm 21 and have a lot of grey hair. And at the moment, I'm struggling to figure out if I should just suck it up and grow all of my hair own to my natural color. I mean, it would be easier, but I don't want to look super weird for my senior year of college. My dad really wants me to get a super short pixie cut. I think he knows it will make me look much less attractive, and thereby keep his little girl single for a lot longer ;-) I don't know, I think he just thinks it'll look cute, but I think it will make me look fat(ter). But we'll see. I want something new, and I at least need to chop off a lot of my hair to give a head start on growing out my natural color. I just don't know if I want to chop it all off.
Some good new: I finished my independent study class! I know, I had over a year and waited until the last possible moment to do it, but hey, it's done, and that's all that matters, right? So all I have to do is take the final once I get back to BYU, and it'll all be good.
In other news, I might be graduating in August instead of April. It's more or less up to my parents, so I guess we should figure that out soon so I can refigure some of my schedule and make it a bit less cluttered. So here's to waiting for that.
I know that I still haven't talked about Switzerland/Italy yet, but I don't have my own laptop yet and don't want to upload my pictures to someone else's computer. So once I can get it all figured out, I'll post some so you can all be jealous of my awesome vacation this summer :P
So anyway, I hope everyone enjoys the rest of their summer! Some of you I'll see soon, and others...well, I don't know when I'll see you, but I hope you are all well :-)
Oh! I almost forgot! I need to do a Hottie of the Week post! I recently watched "Becoming Jane," and the leading man was the ever-so-dashing James McAvoy.
Yeah. It kind of pains me that he's married. But he sure is lovely to look at. And he has the most lovely blue eyes. And he's actually Scottish, and his real accent is so adorable. And he and Fassy have the most adorable bromance haha. Anyway, that's really all. Talk to you all later!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Hello my loves!
We are back from our vacation :) Let me tell you, it was pretty splendid. I have to say, Switzerland is amazingly gorgeous, and Italy was a bit of a letdown, at least where we were. Rome was quite dirty, but Florence looked beautiful for the hour we were there. And the food was the BEST I have ever had in my life. Gelato it sooooooo good, and we went to a little restaurant outside of where we were camping, and they had the best ravioli on Earth!
Anyway, I'm sure you're expecting more about vacation, but it's late and I had my wisdom teeth pulled this morning, so I'm thinking I'm going to force myself to go to bed now. But don't worry, I'll be back to tell you all everything, and maybe add some photos as well :) However, before I leave, I feel I should leave you with a Hottie of the Post, and today's winner is Jared Leto.
I will admit that he is not always this good looking; he makes some...interesting choices with his hair and make up while he and the rest of 30 Seconds to Mars are on tour (as well as in his dating life. Lindsay Lohan, anyone?), but when he looks good, he looks DANG good. And yes, I'm aware that he's 39 years old. That still doesn't detract from the fact he is amazingly hot. And those eyes of his?
Yeah, talk about gorgeous. Anyway, I am now off to brush my teeth very carefully and take some more drugs. Talk to you all soon!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
A Mountain, Not a Hill
So I'm sure that you guys are expecting something about our first day in Berlin. However, I got online and found out some terrible news: my friends' baby had died. He had been born with only half of a heart, but it was very unexpected (at least for me), because he had been home for a little while and I thought he had been doing well. I don't think they really expected it either, really, they just thought it was an infection, and he ended up dying a few hours after they got to the hospital.
What do you say? I mean, I know there's always "I'm sorry for your loss, you're in my prayers," but I feel like that just doesn't cut it. I guess there really isn't anything you can say about in this situation.
I didn't mean to depress any of you. But I suppose I'll talk about Berlin. It's really quite the city, I have to say. It reminds me a lot about Paris in some ways. We did a bus and boat tour around the city today, which was pretty good. It was really hot, though, and my chest has a square shaped sunburn on it, and I also have a rosy hue to my face now haha. But the food here has been great; we went to the Hardrock Cafe yesterday, and it was DELICIOUS. They also have the best McDonald's here, too.
So after dinner my brothers and I went to go look at the henna tattoo set-up we'd seen yesterday and to see if we could get one. We were looking at the different options, and this huge gust of wind came and blew one of the displays into my face, and it hit me right above my left eye. Let me tell you, it really hurt, and I had to sit there for a few seconds and just breathe. I lifted my head and felt something dripping down my face, and I looked at Kathy and asked, "Am I bleeding," and of course I was. I guess we'll see tomorrow if I have a bruise or not. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of hoping that I do haha. I definitely have a scratch/mini gash.
Anyway, since I'm on here, I might as well do a Hottie of the Post. Not gonna lie, I've been doing the best ones first, so personally I don't think I'm going to do better than what I've already posted on here haha. But there are plenty of beautiful people in the world, and in honor of the soon-to-be released Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2, today's winner is Daniel Radcliffe.
Needless to say, Harry Potter has grown up. I'm not saying he's the most attractive guy ever (you already know who I think that is haha), but he has his moments. Like in the above picture.
Anyway, that's all for now. More Berlin tomorrow!
What do you say? I mean, I know there's always "I'm sorry for your loss, you're in my prayers," but I feel like that just doesn't cut it. I guess there really isn't anything you can say about in this situation.
I didn't mean to depress any of you. But I suppose I'll talk about Berlin. It's really quite the city, I have to say. It reminds me a lot about Paris in some ways. We did a bus and boat tour around the city today, which was pretty good. It was really hot, though, and my chest has a square shaped sunburn on it, and I also have a rosy hue to my face now haha. But the food here has been great; we went to the Hardrock Cafe yesterday, and it was DELICIOUS. They also have the best McDonald's here, too.
So after dinner my brothers and I went to go look at the henna tattoo set-up we'd seen yesterday and to see if we could get one. We were looking at the different options, and this huge gust of wind came and blew one of the displays into my face, and it hit me right above my left eye. Let me tell you, it really hurt, and I had to sit there for a few seconds and just breathe. I lifted my head and felt something dripping down my face, and I looked at Kathy and asked, "Am I bleeding," and of course I was. I guess we'll see tomorrow if I have a bruise or not. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of hoping that I do haha. I definitely have a scratch/mini gash.
Anyway, since I'm on here, I might as well do a Hottie of the Post. Not gonna lie, I've been doing the best ones first, so personally I don't think I'm going to do better than what I've already posted on here haha. But there are plenty of beautiful people in the world, and in honor of the soon-to-be released Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2, today's winner is Daniel Radcliffe.
Needless to say, Harry Potter has grown up. I'm not saying he's the most attractive guy ever (you already know who I think that is haha), but he has his moments. Like in the above picture.
Anyway, that's all for now. More Berlin tomorrow!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
BERLIN.
So, I'm pretty excited about going to Berlin. We are leaving early tomorrow morning, and will be there all day Saturday and Sunday as well, and then we'll leave Monday morning to come back to Holland. So I won't be on here for a couple of days, but you can expect some awesome blogage and pictures once I return.
Actually, come to think of it, you might not hear from me for a while, since Malachi and I are going to the Harry Potter movie marathon at the Pathé in Eindhoven, and that starts at 0030 on Tuesday morning, and goes until very early on Wednesday morning, and then I think we leave Thursday for Switzerland/more Germany. So I will be very busy the next few weeks. I know you will miss my Hottie of the Post, so I'll make today's a really good one. The winner today is...Christian Bale!
I know he's married, and has a kid, but he is SO nice to look at! I used to obsess over this guy after Batman Begins came out, and then I started watching some of his other stuff and realized that he makes very good movies and is a very good actor. I watched (most of) The New World yesterday, but had to turn it off. I mean, I don't usually mind slow dramas, but this one was sooooooooo slooooooooooooow. And I only really watched it for him, and he didn't come until almost halfway through the movie (which is 2:15:30 long, let me tell you), so I watched some of it with him in it, then turned it off because I just didn't care anymore. Then I watched a movie with Fassy in it.
Oh people, he will always be my favorite hottie. The red hair, green eyes. The sexy scruff. I can't get enough.
Anyway, I need to go and clean something or other before we leave for tomorrow. I hope you can all survive without me ;-) I'll miss you all as well. Ta ta!
Actually, come to think of it, you might not hear from me for a while, since Malachi and I are going to the Harry Potter movie marathon at the Pathé in Eindhoven, and that starts at 0030 on Tuesday morning, and goes until very early on Wednesday morning, and then I think we leave Thursday for Switzerland/more Germany. So I will be very busy the next few weeks. I know you will miss my Hottie of the Post, so I'll make today's a really good one. The winner today is...Christian Bale!
I know he's married, and has a kid, but he is SO nice to look at! I used to obsess over this guy after Batman Begins came out, and then I started watching some of his other stuff and realized that he makes very good movies and is a very good actor. I watched (most of) The New World yesterday, but had to turn it off. I mean, I don't usually mind slow dramas, but this one was sooooooooo slooooooooooooow. And I only really watched it for him, and he didn't come until almost halfway through the movie (which is 2:15:30 long, let me tell you), so I watched some of it with him in it, then turned it off because I just didn't care anymore. Then I watched a movie with Fassy in it.
Oh people, he will always be my favorite hottie. The red hair, green eyes. The sexy scruff. I can't get enough.
Anyway, I need to go and clean something or other before we leave for tomorrow. I hope you can all survive without me ;-) I'll miss you all as well. Ta ta!
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